East coast trains run slow,
And Edinburgh seems cold,
For eighteen year-old,
Freedom.

But Leith feels like New York,
All the cars and talk,
Moving down the Walk,
All day.

So I'm lying in this hotel,
Hearing sirens and drunken fights,
And I pay cash to the angel,
Guarding me tonight.

So I'm lying in this hotel,
Hearing sirens and drunken fights,
And I paid cash to the angel,
Guarding me tonight.

Long days on my own,
Cry when I go home,
Have to carry on,
Somehow.

But Leith could be New York,
All the cars and talk,
Moving down the Walk,
All day.
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Leaving Home Lyrics

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Songwriters: REID, CHARLES STOBO/REID, CRAIG MORRIS
Leaving Home lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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